mythopoeics

[She had gotten back to work fairly quickly. There was no hesitation. She had woken up, washed up and gotten to her gambling dens in time to collect. There were new faces, old faces that really showed what staying around her dens could do. Within days, she had gone over all that people owed her. Money, irreplaceable jewelry, cars, homes, even organs.

If she couldn't be given what she believed was still hers, this would do for now. At least until things were as they were once more.]

I did miss food of this world. Mostly fast food. I've a fondness for suspicious burgers right now. And tacos.

It's good to be here, I suppose.

[Filter: Horsemen]

Let's have dinner. Where Famine can eat not even one-tenth of what's on his plate but I'm selfishly thinking of the rest of us anyway. Besides, I'm looking forward to seeing how big the doggie bag gets for Beast. And the runty black creature that's more eyeballs than anything else.

But before that, War? I need something handled. You're jobless, right? It will pay though I think you'll enjoy it no matter what the amount is.

[ she is little less than a caged animal in the last few days. All she can think is what took place, all she can see is how there is no little girl running around her, pushing her to play, to teach, to try something more. And Artemis gets angry because she feels that way and angrier for those who made Diana and then took her back without a word or an apology. She feels like hurting someone and cannot find a proper target.

So Artemis remains angry. That's all she can do ]

Don't dare mentioning that place to me.

We're back. Everything's fine. End of story.

Out of town for the next couple of days to those who are interested.

I must disagree with one of my relations. You have an interesting shine to you, a certain je ne sais quoi. Light reading for long plane travels.